Song | Doin' the Cockroach |
Artist | Modest Mouse |
Album | Lonesome Crowded West |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Modest Mouse | |
I was in heaven | |
I was in hell | |
Believe in neither | |
But fear them as well | |
This one's a doctor | |
This one's a lawyer | |
This one's a cash fiend | |
taking your money | |
Back of the metro | |
Ride on the greyhound | |
Drunk on the Amtrak | |
Please shut up | |
Another rider | |
He was a talker | |
Talking about TV | |
Please shut up | |
This one's a crazer | |
Daydreaming disaster | |
The origin of junk food | |
Rutting through garbage | |
Tasty but worthless | |
Dogs eat their own shit | |
We're doing the cockroach yeah | |
Doin the cockroach yeah | |
Doin the cockroach yeah (alright, not bad) (X3) | |
One year | |
Twenty years | |
Forty years | |
Fifty years | |
Down the road in your life | |
You'll look in the mirror | |
And say, 'My parents are still alive.' | |
You move your mouth | |
You shake your tongue | |
You vibrate my eardrums | |
You're saying words | |
But you know I ain't listening | |
You're walking down the street | |
Your face | |
Your lips | |
Your hips | |
Your eyes | |
They meet | |
You're not hungry though | |
Well late last winter | |
Down below the equator | |
They had a summer that would make you blister | |
Oh my mind is all made up | |
So I'll have to sleep in it (X3) |
zuo ci : Modest Mouse | |
I was in heaven | |
I was in hell | |
Believe in neither | |
But fear them as well | |
This one' s a doctor | |
This one' s a lawyer | |
This one' s a cash fiend | |
taking your money | |
Back of the metro | |
Ride on the greyhound | |
Drunk on the Amtrak | |
Please shut up | |
Another rider | |
He was a talker | |
Talking about TV | |
Please shut up | |
This one' s a crazer | |
Daydreaming disaster | |
The origin of junk food | |
Rutting through garbage | |
Tasty but worthless | |
Dogs eat their own shit | |
We' re doing the cockroach yeah | |
Doin the cockroach yeah | |
Doin the cockroach yeah alright, not bad X3 | |
One year | |
Twenty years | |
Forty years | |
Fifty years | |
Down the road in your life | |
You' ll look in the mirror | |
And say, ' My parents are still alive.' | |
You move your mouth | |
You shake your tongue | |
You vibrate my eardrums | |
You' re saying words | |
But you know I ain' t listening | |
You' re walking down the street | |
Your face | |
Your lips | |
Your hips | |
Your eyes | |
They meet | |
You' re not hungry though | |
Well late last winter | |
Down below the equator | |
They had a summer that would make you blister | |
Oh my mind is all made up | |
So I' ll have to sleep in it X3 |
zuò cí : Modest Mouse | |
I was in heaven | |
I was in hell | |
Believe in neither | |
But fear them as well | |
This one' s a doctor | |
This one' s a lawyer | |
This one' s a cash fiend | |
taking your money | |
Back of the metro | |
Ride on the greyhound | |
Drunk on the Amtrak | |
Please shut up | |
Another rider | |
He was a talker | |
Talking about TV | |
Please shut up | |
This one' s a crazer | |
Daydreaming disaster | |
The origin of junk food | |
Rutting through garbage | |
Tasty but worthless | |
Dogs eat their own shit | |
We' re doing the cockroach yeah | |
Doin the cockroach yeah | |
Doin the cockroach yeah alright, not bad X3 | |
One year | |
Twenty years | |
Forty years | |
Fifty years | |
Down the road in your life | |
You' ll look in the mirror | |
And say, ' My parents are still alive.' | |
You move your mouth | |
You shake your tongue | |
You vibrate my eardrums | |
You' re saying words | |
But you know I ain' t listening | |
You' re walking down the street | |
Your face | |
Your lips | |
Your hips | |
Your eyes | |
They meet | |
You' re not hungry though | |
Well late last winter | |
Down below the equator | |
They had a summer that would make you blister | |
Oh my mind is all made up | |
So I' ll have to sleep in it X3 |